Arquiteta dos Momentos
Dona Dalva,
a mente
é como
a prancheta
de uma
arquiteta,
constrói
momentos,
com destreza
e afeto,
deixa
sua marca
no tempo
das nossas vidas.
Momentos of tokens that last
Treasured pieces, life’s long past
Illuminating years I trace
Reminiscing with heartfelt grace
Memories unfold, joy is cast
In my experience, most adults have “vanity walls”, usually in their offices, where they hang diplomas, awards, certificates and important pictures. Most parents I know have them.
I like to look carefully at those momentos - they’re like breadcrumbs tracing back through their lives. Some items are expected while others are extraordinary - like pictures of Lisa’s dad playing golf and laughing with famous people.
“It’s a very particular kind of vanity.” Lisa’s dad said, from in back of me, from his office doorway. I almost jumped in surprise - I definitely flinched. I’d become so absorbed in examining his wall that I’d unconsciously inched into his space, like someone stealing into a closed museum exhibit.
I flushed with embarrassment,”No,” I said, making a hand gesture that swept the area. “I LOVE these kinds of things - I couldn’t resist - I’m sorry!”
He made a “Pssshtt” sound and waved his hand, “You make yourself at home.”
“I want to have a wall someday,” I said. He smilingly turned and with a little backward wave said, “You will,” as he strolled off to the kitchen, leaving me to continue my tour.
I will.
Speak words of cheer as beauty lights,
Prize a calm heart that seeds fond ease;
Reap happy here as hope takes flight,
Invoke prompt start in lovely peace;
Now watch spring style a certain feast,
Gather fond feel in matters deep.
Mind touch worthwhile from most to least,
Oblige what heals with tears you weep;
Make most of time in sunlit chimes,
Etch a brisk flow of profound flair;
Niche love’s clear mimes as thought syncs rhymes,
Thrill as you grow wise pleasant airs;
Onwards good speed of joy’s outburst,
Sublime the need to quench soul’s thirst.
Leon Enriquez
24 February 2018
Singapore
Monday will be a momentous occasion
Going back to meet old friends
To where we spent eight glorious years
True friends right to the end
Well how fortunate can two people be
To have lived in this happy place
Where everyone knows you and says hello
With a happy smile on their face
A happy place called Utopia comes to mind
Which may seem a bit over the top
Down home coziness is a good description
It expresses this emotion nonstop
Circumstances forced us to leave our friends
An extremely sad time in our lives
To renew the bonds if for only a short while
Old friendships will be revived
© Jack Ellison 2015
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